Why I got my baby a walker?

The Joy of Mobility

First, man discovered fire, and then he found wheels!… And then, he never stopped.
First, man invented fire, and then he discovered wheels!… And then, he never stopped.

For some time, we have been contemplating about buying a walker for our 8-months-old little fellow. However, the much discussed dangers and drawbacks associated with baby walkers prevented us from deciding anything.

Time passed, and my little fellow consistently refused to roll or be on his fours. He, however, loves to be on his two. The joy of doing ‘haati haati pa pa’ is a gleeful activity. After his afternoon nap, he insists to be taken out to the balcony, where he can jump up and down to his heart’s content and watch the vehicles pass by. While someone can assist him in his exploration and other physical activities, we thought we should give him a chance to explore on his own.

So, three days back, we got him a walker from the local market. In the morning we put him in the walker. At first, he wondered. Gradually, he discovered it moves if he kicked the floor. He was delighted with his new found mobility. He could now reach the sofa handle, the sliding door to the balcony, bump against the sofa and so on… Of course, someone has to be around him all the time. You should never leave a child alone. The joy of doing something on your own is unique.

I must admit though that this did not reduce his lap time in any way. After all, babies love to cuddle up and feel your warmth. 🙂


Naming my Baby


Like every new would-be parents, my husband and I were also excited about naming our baby. We spent the entire nine months looking for a good, nice-sounding, meaningful and unique name. However, when our baby finally arrived, we found ourselves most unprepared and got printed ‘baby boy’ on his birth certificate.

My husband wanted to name our baby anything that started with a ‘P’ (he called it keeping up the family tradition ;)). Coincidentally, his father, sister and he  himself  have names starting with ‘P’. So, the entire nine months he kept pestering me to look for names.
Our second challenge was, being in India, we did not know if it’s a baby boy or girl. So, like most parents, we tried stocking up a set of both.
I was secretly not happy with the whole idea though. I wanted to see my baby first and then think of a name. I guess so was my hubby, but neither of us admitted. In the meantime, everybody was busy suggesting us names. Time passed. Finally, it was the day. I still remember those beautiful dark eyes looking at me wrapped in a blue cloth, early in the morning. I could see my hubby’s face in him. Partho, later told me how I remorsefully had told him about the resemblance while still under the effect of anesthesia. How I laughed. 😀
My baby came home. A week passed. One day, Partho reminded me to look for a suitable name so that we could update his birth certificate. Un huh.. Like most parents, we wanted something very suitable. But how do you define very suitable? Hurrrmmph… My son was born early in the morning. So we started from there. We looked for names that meant rays of early morning. Came across several options, but not very impressive. I finally started looking for names of Krishna’s son. Bingo! There it was, the solution to our challenge. Arinjay is one of Krishna’s son. Why Krishna? My hubby’s name means lord Krishna. His son. So Arinjay. Now, when you replace the second ‘a’ in the name with a ‘o’, it becomes Arinjoy. Arinjoy also connotes Arin+joy = the sun’s first ray + happiness. It all fell in place. Best part – everybody in the family loved it.
Hoping my son will love it too :). Did you go through a similar situation? Do share with me. I would love to read them.

Holidaying in Charismatic Coorg…

2012-11-13 12.05.11Miles long curtain of greenery, rolling slopes of coffee plantations dotted with tall silver oak trees, hugging the trees are yummy vanilla creepers. This is Coorg for you all. I had a splendid time driving through these never ending, winding and narrow roads of Coorg. Sitting on the porch of our wooden cottage, watching the thick jungle spread ahead, breathing fresh Coorgy air (and fume from mortein ;)), sipping cranberry juice, sharing stories with friends and playing scrabble…. All that was there to do… With no network on phones, it was an absolute heaven!

On the very first day, I was inducted to Coorg with two leech bites. I decided I would never step again into the thickets without proper shoes. This was followed by greetings from slugs in the bathroom the following morning. It made me realize for the first time in many years how far we have gone away from nature in the cities. So, instead of detesting it, I actually allowed them (number of slugs increased from 1 to 2 to 4) to crawl across the bathroom. We continued to coexist for the next three days without complaining.

Food was an absolute delight. I tasted pork for the first time in my life, and actually liked it. The deep burnt, peppery flavor was good. I must admit, Coorgies cook their pork better than chicken. But the best meal of our day used to be the breakfast – served with a bowl of sweet-sour jungle honey, hot bread-omlet and a Coorgy special dish served with hot sambhar was a treat for four hungry people in cold Coorgy mornings.

How I wished my treaty with Coorg would never end. But Alas! Like all good things this ended too. And now that I am back in Bangalore I cherish memories of those green, pure, fresh and delicious Coorg.